Curren$y - The Ultimate High lyrics

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Curren$y - The Ultimate High lyrics

[Intro] Yeah, yeah, I ended up talkin' to the ho too Yeah, yeah, good lookin' out, good lookin' out Uh, yeah, yeah, yeah [Verse] Rolls Royce, paper plates, no tint Fish bowl, pull it up like a YouTube video Look it up, views up, take a poll How many of them other n***as this cold? Wrist froze, but it's nothin' new I roll accustomed to stuntin' on s**ers, that's what I do For the last few days, bettin' money on games Side bettin' on Madden Breakin' cash and rollin' fat ones and not pa**in' Pedal-mashin' the cla**ic, blast from the past Hella fast, did the whole dash in a flash Smokin' on that, only grown that… On restricted location where them s**ers never go at New Orleans bomb wit' homes all over the map Call them hoes over, we f** in an hour flat I gotta roll, dice throw I chose to show up on television wit' my eyes low… Cause I figure, "f** it, homie, they already know" Everywhere I go listen, so And I'm fresh like these Bapes were just baked, where's the stove? I gotta cook, then scrape the plate, they want more They on though and it's all in a flow Money all in the wall, all in the floor Wit' your wildest dream behind my garage door We are the audio narcos, c**aine in the aux cords We drug lords, take the party outdoors Dock the yacht, then start the sports cars This is what I grind for, flashback, my apartment Burnt holes in my dirty carpet Whole time wit' my mind on boss sh** Plot on it 'til this accomplished Large amounts, accounts countin' commas Schemes is countless, s**ers not around us f** the scoundrels, leave them n***as where you found it Designer imposters prentendin' to be mobsters They are not monsters, bogie men neither I'm hot up and I'm bothered s**er-free, this is me, a capital G Everyday, all day, highs up in the mornin' wit' the homie Sway [Outro] Yeah, talk to me, talk to me, talk to me Talk to me, talk to me, talk to me, talk to me Told you, told you, yeah